between lilac and acacia, and the sea of grass

the starling, and the swift screech their insanity
at the world at large, and the sun-ripened lilac
drunkenly reel against the background
of the city din, blurring all sense of direction;
me, love me too, like all the tomorrows
had condensed, and erupted
in a sigle volcano of Now.
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